An irreverent look at suggestions to fortify schools After every school shooting certain politicians start blab, blab, blabbing about gun control before the blood has even dried. They are so predictable! We are weary of defending the second amendment massacre after massacre. It’s exhausting. Enter the Gun Lovers Alliance for…

Looking back in the future will be . . . confusing Remember Remember when remembering created a warm fuzzy feeling? Well, forget about it! In the future, people will view the past AKA now as an encrypted memory card not worth decoding. What I’m trying to say is, nostalgia is…

Friends make friends make snow angels We met up in the hotel lobby. “Oh no! I left my mask in the car,” she said with a frenetic but fun urgency I always associated with her. We hugged anyway. It wasn’t much of a risk, both of us triple-vaccinated. She couldn’t…

Stuff is stuff. Every time I walk through a thrift store I am reminded of how quickly things go from must-haves to unwanted. This is especially true of clothes. …

I promise to commit Radical Acts of Goodness every day for one year, to share my deeds on social media to create a goodness snowball effect, only warm. Day 1 I thanked a soldier for his service. Turned out, he was the Wells Fargo security guard. He deserved those thanks…

A lost teenage girl in a confusing relationship I had a boyfriend once. We hardly spoke. But when we slept I glided across his dreams like a boat on glass smooth waters. I tried to tell my sister about him. I wanted to tell. Between biology and English comp I…

Top style tips from the Bard William Shakespeare is my fashion idol. It’s not because of his puffy pantaloons or saggy tights or frilly Elizabethan collars though I could make a solid argument for a pantaloon revival in the New Year. They’re probably more comfortable than yoga pants. And one…

Spoiler alert: I didn’t I am here! Fortunately, I arrived at old age with only a few hitches along the way. From what I’ve seen so far, it looks similar to young age but surprisingly, may most resemble adolescence. I mean, in childhood parents and teachers told me what to…

How my sister forgave my crime of fashion — School pictures were like final exams for your face. They went on your permanent record. Back when good cameras were rare and film unpredictable, a “professional” school picture was the most reliable barometer of who you were and what you wore, albeit a stiff formal portrait version of yourself. Your…